The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage romance Capítulo 257

Viola then slowly took off her thin coat, with the cold winds quickly blowing it away.

However, Frank still did not move.

Gritting her teeth, Viola took off the rest of her clothes!

Naked, she started shuddering in the cold but was still too afraid to say a word.

Frank was actually thinking about what she said and watching as she undressed with zero interest.

He had seen her fair share of beauties, and Viola's standard was really nothing impressive to him.

Still, he started to pull Viola back inside.

While Viola was delighted, her heart finally calming down, Frank brusquely shoved her against the wall.

"Oh! You're so rough…" Viola purred, her eyes unfocused as she smiled.

And here she thought he was quite something… but he was a pervert just like another.

She merely flashed her goods a little, and he had fallen for her already…

In reality, she was deluded.

Frank raised her hand just then and struck each of her major acupoints three times.

He then released her, while Viola instantly felt an agony spreading over her chest!

"Argh!!!" she screamed in pain as she looked up at Frank. "W-What did you do to me?!"

"Sealed your breath acupoints," Frank calmly replied. "If Helen really stole the necklace from you, I'll retrieve it—but you hurt Helen, and that's not going to change."

"What…"

Viola was seething.

What on earth did Helen do to bewitch this man that she was all he cared about?

And after finding out that fact, she was further confused why Helen would divorce him!

In fact, her own father had mentioned Frank ruining his plans, and the man hated him to the bone.

As such, she quickly said, "Mr. Lawrence, Helen hates you. Why would you care about her when the feeling isn't mutual? Marry me instead, and I promise my father will treat you like his own son. My family will make sure you prosper, and I won't even meddle with your private life. You can mess around with other women however you want!"

Even as Viola lay prone on the floor naked, her posture was utterly devilish.

She was batting her eyelashes charmingly at Frank as well—it was no exaggeration to call her a succubus.

She was dead sure that if Frank defected, her father would be the happiest.

It went without saying that her offer was marvelous—freedom in her private life? Riches and power?

The Frank Lawrence of three years ago would most definitely be interested.

But in the end, the family his mentor had asked him to protect was not the Salazars, and there was no way he would join them!